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That's what's happened to me recently. A husband of my close friend died in a car accident. After the funeral, we went back to her house - me, her and her 4-year-old son. Her son slept with us in the room, but in a separate crib that we'd brought from his bedroom because we were scared...

We all fell asleep around midnight, and an hour and a half later I abruptly woken up because of some unknown fear, and was even a little sweaty. My friend was sleeping, as well as the child. I lay down for a bit, and was about to close my eyes when I saw that curtains moved. The windows were shut, there couldn't have been any wind or draft, it was November ...

Then I felt a terrible cold, I pulled my head under the blanket and heard footsteps. I was scared to death, afraid to move. In my mind I started praying. Suddenly the child screamed, "Dad, where are you going?.."

When I jumped up and turned the lights on, he said that his dad had approached him and patted him on the head, as he'd always done before going to bed ... I was shocked ...